Finally we caught him.
When we found him he just sat up and looked at me with those little black eyes winking merrily, whiskers twitching as if to say..."Hey...I MEANT for you to find me".
I had been giggling from another side of the room when a flying hamster suddenly came at me Poor thing.
Then I would fall asleep, the kid and the hamster, side by side. Best friends.
Some kids had dogs, I had a hamster.
It made me laugh so hard.
I could hear him in the WALLS.
Under the shower, moving around the shower. I was frantic. I kept saying RA RA but I couldn't get to him! Would he ever get out?
I missed my little buddy!
He wasn't breathing.
I would blow on him and he would start breathing again. It scared me SO badly. I woke up that morning, and clicked my teeth at him...(he would actually click back...we has such a strange little human hamster connection)that day, he didn't click back. I went over to his cage and blew on him.
He was gone.
I spent the whole day sobbing. I missed my little friend.
They leave, and a part of you goes with them.
There are no hamster balls in heaven. (Well...maybe there are...who am I to say ?)
Only if they can't be locked in .